Wow for some reason I didn't think that too many people wrote or read the stories in the 'Dirty Dancing' section of Ffnet. So imagine my surprise when I got all of your reviews! Okay on to some quick shout outs…
TiCe – Yes, he's going to go to America. I plan on doing both, thanks for the review. :D
Chase M. Dakota – Thanks, I'm glad you think it's interesting. Thank you for the review!
Danielle18 – Hah, geez I don't know, wherever could I have gotten Diego from? ;D Yeah I've read all the Dirty Dancing; Havana Nights stories I could find, and most of 'em all have the same theme, Katie goes back to Cuba, and she's either pregnant or had a kid and Javier has to find out about it. So I figured, why not reverse the roles? Thank you for your review, I'm glad you liked it!
Jane and Adam—Thanks, I will
Boy Crazy Magician – Thank you I will soon own the movie. Thanks for the review!
Queen of Diamonds1 – The title means 'I am yours' it's the title of a song I was listening to at the time.
"Katie, the phone's for you!" Katie almost barreled over her younger sister as she took the phone.
"Hey baby did you miss me?" Katie nearly squealed in pleasure at the sound of her fiancé's voice in the phone. Settling herself into an overstuffed chair, she smiled broadly and jumped into the conversation. Katie's sister sat and watched her with a displeased look on her face. The younger girl thought that Katie belonged with Javier, and that she was wasting her time with this Chuck fellow.
"Chuck, Chuck Bo-buck… banana fanna fo…"
"HEY!" Katie's sister snickered at her harried hiss and raced upstairs to her bedroom. Assuring Chuck that it was nothing, the twenty-two year old settled back in the chair, a slight frown creasing her pale forehead. She knew what her sister's problem was but she didn't see it that way at all. Four years ago when her family had fled Castro and the volatile Cuba, they had settled almost immediately in the surrogate Cuba in the US; Miami. Most people, who had left Cuba but hadn't wanted to really leave it, went there.
Once in Miami they had continued on living with the happy connection the Miller family had gathered together before they left Cuba. The two sisters got a long splendidly and Katie's parents weren't as judgmental or stuffy. The only problem had been that Katie was heartbroken. Try as she might, she could no longer put on a brave face when Javier wasn't in front of her, steadying her emotions. She missed the Cuban terribly in the first two years of their departure.
They had written to each other, but in time his letters had died out. She wasn't sure if he felt that he could no longer truthfully promise her that they would meet again, he had met someone else, or if life was just getting tougher. Deep down inside she had always opted for the last option, but reality told her to answer to the first two before she considered the latter. When months had gone by after the last letter from him, she did what any young heartbroken girl would do. She did everything she knew would piss him off.
For awhile, she denied that she loved Cuban music, treated most of the Cuban's in Miami like dirt. But she couldn't keep up THAT façade for too long because it just wasn't true. So she started going out at night and dancing with whomever she felt like which led her to 'Calor Latino' a Cuban bar much like 'La Rosa Negra'. She made a fast friendship with the young owner, Francesca Ortiz who lived and worked there with her two brothers Manuel and Enrique.
Calor Latino was where she met Chuck, a thought which caused her to stifle a laugh. Chuck Rafferty, called Charlie by his parents was a photographer for magazines. He lived a fast-paced life filled with celebrities and movie premieres. Half the time Katie expected him to grow bored with little old Podunk her, but then she remembered the dance. When Chuck's arms had ensnared her waist and the music began to swell, she had expected another clumsy white man's movements so she was unprepared for him to begin to sway and move with the music.
Chuck Rafferty was no Javier Suarez, and she had already resigned herself to the fact that there would never BE another Javier Suarez, but the man could dance she'd give him that. And she had come to learn that being able to move like she did was rewarding in itself as well. By the end of that night she had led a dazed Chuck out the door who had stammered that he wanted to see her again before going to his hotel.
Katie sighed to herself and hastily told Chuck that it was nothing, to continue talking about the countless movie stars he had met. Chuck was rather boring; it had been exciting to hear his stories in the first few months of their relationship. But he was also handsome, charming, and older. He was twenty-eight and already owned two houses, one in California and now one in Miami. With his short red hair and blue eyes, he was the opposite of Javier. In just about every way possible it seemed.
When Chuck asked her about what she was doing with herself in Miami, she told him simply 'the same' which was true. She was taking courses at the University to become a journalist and she was also taking teaching courses and dancing courses. She wanted to teach all of the Latin dances that she had learned in Cuba, it was what made her happy.
Before she had met Chuck and she had been pining for Javier, she used to race home from school and watch the movies of Cuba her father had made for her on her bedroom wall. Often her sister or parents found her sobbing bitterly as the last scene of them all dancing at La Rosa Negra came to an end. She lost so much of her fire when she had come back to the US, for awhile her parents were afraid she would never be the same again.
"I'll be back in Miami soon;" Chuck was saying now in his gruff voice. Katie was glad, she missed him. For whatever reason it was he had managed to wind his way around her heart with constant presents and affections. She was almost afraid it was too good to be true. Hanging up with him, she let a breath out and looked around. She supposed that since the afternoon was setting in she could go to Francesca's, the girl always needed the help in the early evenings and she wasn't above paying her friends if they needed the pocket money.
Tying her hair up in a riot of blonde locks with a pale ribbon, she changed her simple blue dress to a slinkier dark pink one and set out with a sweater swirled over her shoulders. It was mid-fall here in the states and the weather was cooling slightly even in the humid climates. She was used to the attention she got from men when she walked down the street now. Lord, what could she expect dressing the way that she did now? A stain of mortification flushed her cheeks before she lifted her chin high. 'Why hide what God gave ya' had been her sister Susie's advice. Really the girl was way too knowledgeable for her age.
Katie grinned ruefully. Susie was the age that she had been when they had gone to Cuba and she had met Javier. She half-expected to see him walking down the streets with the dancer's grace that he had done most things, even when he pretended to be a girl to help her loosen up! Laughing out loud, she was smiled at by an older man dressed in a business suit who eyed her appreciatively before she quickened her pace.
Reaching Calor Latino, she was greeted by Enrique, who made sure kids were as old as they claimed when they entered the doors. It was club policy not to allow anyone younger than seventeen in; the dancing could be quite racy. Music swirled and enveloped her as she opened one of the doors and walked in. Gliding through the crowds of people, she tossed a smile up at the Latin band that played every night.
As a fiery guitar solo trailed its fingers up and down her spine, Katie shuddered and grinned. There was something magical in the air throughout this place tonight. She had noted the full to bursting moon hanging low and melting in the Southern night sky, and had already recognized the potential of odd happenings. Depositing her wrap behind the bar, she began making drinks for customers who always tipped the blonde girl well.
It wasn't until a good two hours into the night that she got the promised odd twist to the evening. As the band struck up a slow, straining, wailing tune, she was jerked away by a hand at her elbow, and a male voice asking her for rum. Shaking the daze of the music out of her head, she automatically grabbed a bottle of rum and poured two fingers into a shot glass and setting it down in front of the man off to her side.
The man tilted his head back and swallowed the liquor and when she went to take the shot glass back from him, she was startled when he grabbed her hand and lightly ran his fingers up to her wrist. Jerking her arm away, eyes flashing, she finally really LOOKED at the man, her mouth open about to berate him. She felt the air leave her gut in a huge gust of air.
"Katie? Katie Miller? Jesus Cristo es el realmente usted? Despues de que todo este ves tenga finalmente le encontre?" Katie blinked at the rapid Spanish and just gazed at the man, her blue eyes dazed and clashing with his instantly alert brown ones.
"Oh my God Javier is it really you?" The young man settled back onto his bar stool, triumph rampant in his eyes as he drank the sight of her in.
"Si, it's really me."
A/N – Okay so I found out that her name is supposed to be spelled 'Katey'. My bad, I'll change it in the third chapter. I'm way too lazy to change it now. Hope you guys liked this installment!..
Translations –
Jesus Cristo es el realmente usted? Despues de que todo este ves tenga finalmente le encontre? – Jesus Christ is it really you? After all this time have I finally found you?
Soy El Tuyo – I am yours
I don't know how to work the accent buttons on my keyboard, I've tried and tried and it never comes out right. Soo bare with the accentless Spanish please… Thank you.